The Broken Pieces

The wand shattered and the jewels went flying across the room as our foster princess accidentally dropped her new Elsa wand on the floor. And as I sat there in my chair, waiting for her reaction, I held my breath. I wasn’t sure if she would cry, throw a fit or do both. But to my surprise, she did neither. Instead, she calmly picked up the pieces and after examining them and realizing she couldn’t fix it, she confidently carried them to her “Daddy Dan” because she knew he could.

As I silently watched this simple exchange between a father and child, I began to think about how often I cry and throw a fit over the broken pieces in my life without first taking them to my heavenly Father and placing them in His hands so that He can fix them. Or how often I accept life’s troubles just because there is nothing “I” can do to fix them.

And shamefully, I decided that I do this far too often.

But friend, as I watched her confidently skip away knowing in her heart that he would soon fix it, I wondered how much easier my life—or rather our lives—would become if we went to Him with our pain. If we brought Him the shattered pieces of our lives. And if we gave Him the problems that keep us up at night. What if? The Bible says that when we come to Him in faith, He will mend our broken hearts. He will bind up our wounds. And He will heal and restore our bodies.

He did it for Hannah in 1 Samuel. She cried out to the Lord in the temple and after the Priest finally ruled out that her “ugly cry” wasn’t a result of drunkenness, he told her that God had heard her prayers. But not only had He heard them, He had answered them. And so she left no longer downcast. She skipped away and went back to eating. She went back to smiling. She went back to living life knowing that she had given her problems to her Father and He would indeed fix them. She wasn’t told how and she wasn’t told when, but she trusted that He would. And you know what? He did. But not only once with the birth of her first-born Samuel, but five more times afterwards. And it’s because friend, when God shows up, He shows out! He never just gives barely enough, but more than enough. And it is because it is in His very nature to go far above what we could ever hope for, dream of, or begin to imagine.

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, ~Ephesians 3:20

So today, let’s pick up our pieces–the ones that we can’t repair–the one’s that appear hopeless–and let’s confidently take them to our heavenly Father. Let’s leave them in His loving hands and skip away knowing that He is ready, willing, and able to do what we can’t. And that is put the pieces of our lives back together.

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12 thoughts on “The Broken Pieces”

Elisha,
I love this post. It resonates so deeply with me, and you are so very right. Why not run to our Father with those broken pieces, and then leave them in His hands? Your pieces, sweet friend, He is already forming into such beauty–with only greater beauty to come. Thank you for being an instrument to tune other hearts to His.

For me, I crave control and so I always think I can do it on my own first…and it’s only when I realize that I have made more of a mess of it, or that I can’t do anything with the broken pieces that I resolve to take it to Him. But then shamefully take it back It’s something I am working on and getting much better at but goodness it’s hard

Wonderful message and makes a LOT of sense. I’ve been trying to “fix” my problems…but I just need to hand them over to Him. He is the one who can truly fix me. Thanks for always bringing a positive twist to tough topics…xoxo

Amen! Sometimes there are problems in life we just can’t fix ourselves and that’s when we need to just give it to God. It may not get fixed on our time table, but we can trust that He is good and His word says that by His stripes we ARE healed (Isaiah 53:5). Not maybe, not one day, not if we are good enough, but ARE. We just gotta believe it through faith like we believe in our salvation through faith. But oh how our natural eyes can trip us up